"I didn't think you rode like an old woman," the witcher answers, with as much of his casual scorn as usual. "No wonder you said you've never been thrown."

A silly detail to remember, from a stupid game that was one ill-advised decision among many -- though without it, would they have caught onto what was going on? Lambert doesn't dwell on what-ifs, preferring to focus on the present. For example, when Childermass lets Pig pick up the pace. The difference is immediate, the hard, bouncing trot smoothing out into a canter more natural to move with. Of course, it causes the expected damage to the environment underfoot. Lambert presses his calves into Pig's sides to keep his seat, clawed hands tightening their hold on the magician for that first initial jolt forward then relaxing once she hits her stride.

Baker, of course, has no difficulty keeping up with her despite his much shorter legs. Pig is big, but she isn't fast, and it seems to be more of a game to try and keep ahead of her, then fall back to let her pull ahead, only to race forward again.